Description of snow scene in Beijing

In the early winter, Raytheon was furious, and the north wind was like snow. Snow, heavy, covered high-rise buildings. Green plants wear thick white hats, like fat white mushrooms. The branches of trees, white velvet swaying in the wind, some turned into crystal ice. The sky is gray, covered with yellow tiles of the Forbidden City, and the royal style becomes cold and low. Red palace walls, colonnades and courtyards, dotted with snowflakes, have hazy and clear outlines and more elegant and profound styles. The long cloisters, the deep aisles and the fortified stone palaces are solemn, quiet and serene against the snow, which is in sharp contrast with the madness of the snow.

A snow can cover a city, but a snow can't cover up the turbulent history of a city, nor can it cover up the magnificent and passionate future of a city. Looking at the mottled floor extending to the distant horizon, like an ancient memory spreading in my mind, there is no end and no fixed extension. Look at the standing pines and cypresses, which have stood tall for thousands of years, guarding the city's yesterday and today, without end and rotation. The top of the tower stands upright, the eaves rise to the sky, and the trapezoidal or circular tower cap reveals the happiness of the classic national style. Chinese aesthetics is square. The outline of regular script style is full of oriental charm, which makes the viewer have a long aftertaste and a lot of thoughts. Climbing high and looking far, the purple is forbidden, and the martial arts are full of Kun and Qionghua dance. Who is the eternal enemy?